This Overlord Doesn't Care About Anything Book 4: Chapter 30: But There Was Someone Who Heard Your Cri

A pitch-black world.

If a certain persons life was recorded into a docuntary, there would surely be a scene of opening her big eyes within her mothers bosom and glancing around at the world in curiosity during her youngling years. Even though it wasnt possible for such a scene to appear in this certain persons mories, for everyone else, this was the most important link to integrating into this world.

But unfortunately, this scene had never appeared before in Fang Thirteens life.

This is one of the most unremarkable side rooms within the Overlord of Zhao Chens mansion, a place that usually isnt swept clean and the inside of the room is even sowhat damp and cold. Young Fang Thirteen is lying down on top of a very hard bed with closed eyes and appears as serene as sleeping beauty. Outside the room, there are several children around the sa age as her noisily playing. They are chasing after butterflies, grabbing sparrows, flying kites, standing barefoot in the flower-filled courtyard, sitting around a tree debating about whos the strongest Grand Sword Hero throughout the generations that have served the state, and just chatting happily in general.

Fang Thirteen could only lie down on bed inside the room and listen to everything.

There were tis that she really wanted to join in on the discussion, but nobody would listen to her ideas, so she forced herself to swallow down her desire of wanting to speak out.

There wasnt anyone who wanted to play with her either. This couldnt be blad on everyone deliberately discriminating against her and not wanting to play with her but rather on the fact that she simply couldnt walk or see. Soone would say Todays flowers are really pretty and everybody else would reply Right, right, but only Fang Thirteen would be unable to make any comnt. When everyone was together kicking a ball, Fang Thirteen could only wait on the side sitting in her wheelchair. Then, one of the little children would have to be separated from the group to attend after her.

As ti passed by, everyone beca unwilling to bring such a drag out to play.

Fang Thirteen was forced to stay alone in her room, fantasizing about what color the flowers outside were, fantasizing about how impressive that Grand Sword Heros mountain severing slash would look, fantasizingabout there being a day when she could also open her eyes and stand up to run under the sunlight hand in hand with them.

It was also when she was feeling the most depressed that she t Fang Lita.

That one was quite the naughty child, but he was the only one who was willing to keep her company and play with her. Fang Lita often brought a book with him and sat by her side to read it aloud. His reading actually wasnt that good and didnt have any cadence or emotion in his words. There were even many tis when he didnt know a certain word and he would stumble on his words, causing his fluent reading to disappear.

But even so, it was a little mote of brilliance within Fang Thirteens drab life.

At that ti, Fang Lita closed the book and spoke of his lofty heroic aspirations of wanting to beco the Overlord of Zhao Chen, then unify Eternal Heaven State and sit on the throne of the king. In those tis, Fang Thirteen and Fang Lita were rely children, yet Fang Thirteen kept those thoughtless words from Fang Lita deep within her heart.

Perhaps it was to repay his kindness, perhaps it was because she wanted to dote on him, or perhaps she rely wanted a little tender care in return.

Maybe she only wanted to keep this bit of warmth from the outside world close to her and rely wished to not lose the only younger brother who didnt shun her.

Fang Thirteen strived to beco useful.

And in this process, she slowly turned into a tool.

There was a ti when Moon was once Bai Fengs running dog, but he grew up in the Overlord of Tian Chengs mansion, so he had seen all sorts of partings and ugly sides of human nature. Therefore, when Li De threw out an olive branch to him, Moon didnt hesitate in the slightest on his choice to leave. She would rather not foolishly stay in the brothel and delude herself into thinking that Yun Hais Bai Feng would one day redeem her.

Fang Thirteen was also unlike Felita, who had undergone unjust treatnt ever since she was little. She was never beaten up nor scolded every day of her life, she wouldnt react so desperately whenever sobody treated her just a little well. No, Fang Thirteen is actually just very pure, very innocent. While she might be able to mobilize an army and create countless changes in her battle formation, emotionally, she is just your average little girl. Whoever is good to is whoever I will be good to, its that simple for her. Moreover, this good isnt the if you give candy, I will give you a candy back type, its the if you give a little of what I need in my most desperate ti, then I will give you my all when you need it.

She feels that only if she does this will it count as repaying a kindness.

Fang Litas the first person whos ever shown her goodwill, so she gave everything she had to him.

According to convention, Fang Thirteen shouldve beco the City Lord, but she voluntarily renounced the position and handed Sky Star City over to Fang Lita. When Sky Star City was still a lone city, she racked her brains and frequently thought up strategies to slowly expand Fang Litas influence, to slowly plan out a perfect formation. Attack when advancing, defend when retreating, she practically established their invincible position. So long as she continued expanding outwards, it was possible for her to slowly nibble away on the surrounding cities and continuously build up strength to further move up in the world.

Alas, her beautiful expectations will never be realized since an internal problem already occurred.

Having experienced the sweet taste of power, Fang Lita was unwilling to return authority back over to his older sister and beca increasingly distrustful of her.

Apart from handing over military affairs to Fang Thirteen, Fang Thirteen had stayed within the City Lords mansion like she was under house arrest. Fang Lita would always protect himself, defend himself against the chance that his older sister would bring the army and rebel, prevent others from getting in touch with his older sister, stop this, stop that, and keep himself on guard for so many years. Due to the fact that hes a selfish person, hes fundantally never believed that there could be a genuine selfless person in this world.

Therefore, I, who has been by Fang Litas side for so long, will ultimately et such an imperfect ending as well, right?

This point, Fang Thirteen had long since thought about.

But on the battlefield, she had to be an iron-blooded, rciless, and naturally cold and indifferent strategist. Outside of the battlefield, however, she was still a soft natured little lass.

Maybe it will be such an imperfect ending, but theres the possibility that there will be a day that Fang Lita will suddenly wake up to reality and we will return to those innocent days where he would lie on the bedside and call big sis and read books, right? Wouldnt that be such a wonderful future?

Fully aware that the possibility of this happening was small, she still resolved herself to believe in it.

How foolish.

The ice-cold rain water washed away the bloodstains on her body, yet it couldnt eliminate the scars on her entire body. What was even harder to heal were the bursts of pain within her mind, like a tsunami engulfing her mind. The beauty and innocence of the past, those chapters in a persons mories that make them unable to stop themselves from recalling, theyre now over. Now, she was collapsed in front of the City Lords mansion, listening to the rustling of the rain, listening to her heartbeat slowly declining.

For reasons unknown, that persons words once more flashed by in her mind

Fang Thirteen, you seem to have been living the life of a dog.

The bone-chilling rain fell onto her body and for the first ti in Fang Thirteens life, actual tears gushed forth.

Within her eyes that would eternally never open, her tear glands began working like the final radiance of the setting sun and tears poured forth and mixed in with the rain. Or perhaps it was just that she had beco accustod to staying strong throughout the years and always maintaining a certain degree of rationality whenever sothing happened that she had never cried. Now that she had unloaded all her burdens, she could finally feel reassured in crying aloud.

The sounds of her crying was covered by the sounds of the downpour and then, nobody could hear her clearly.